The big comedown.
In that, no matter how good the holiday was, or no matter how much you love work, it means that work is now coming over the horizon. And for me, this means giving up the final day of my vacation to fly to Hamburg so I can be in place ready to begin an audit on Monday morning at eight o'clock. I did find out, after checking flight details and hotel details and all that stuff, only to find the client has postponed the audit start until the afternoon. which makes the travel on Sunday pretty pointless.
However, before I delved into the Pandora's box of my work e mail in-box, we had the final good thing, pick up the cats from the cat hotel. OK, cattery. So, at nine we set off along the A2, down the narrow country lanes to the farm. After some chit chat, we went to the pen to box the cats, for a change, they all climbed into their boxes without a hitch, we loaded them into the car and set off back home. And all the times the cats serenaded us with various pitiful meows.
Due to Mulder's weak bowels, as soon as we stopped outside the house, we got out, opened the doors to the boxes, and out climbed the cats. Meow? And so begun eight hours in which neither of us were out of the sight of one of the three former inmates. Meow? At first it was funny, touching, but after a couple of hours we were, go out and kill something, wander about and be normal. Meow?
I said I would deal with work in the afternoon, so time to head off for a haircut, do some shopping and then relax, listen to some radio and generally, be under the watch of one or more of the cats. I called my colleague, all is well with her and work. I then call my manager, most is OK, although he needs to speak to me. I explained that I am on the road for the next ten days, so that could be tricky. He understands, but call him.
Yes, I will be on the road for 12 days, not back until 11th July, so no blogs until then, just to let you know. I am auditing all week, until 5 on Friday, and have to be at the next audit at eight the next Monday. So, I decided it wasn't worth travelling back home on Saturday only to travel back on Sunday. So I am staying in DK for the weekend, hopefully chilling out, but I suspect I will be clearing my e mail in-box.
In the end, after realising that I will be away from home again from Sunday morning, I felt deflated, and so i messed around online all day, getting very little productive done. Which, I suppose, is oK. And it was also the first day for 15 days which was football-free; how could be cope. By wine, apparently.
Saturday.
I had hoped to head to Sandwich to snap the Marsh Helleborines, but we had more chores to do first: more shopping for food, buying a suitcase and then visiting Nan. That took up the morning, so back home for lunch, which was griddled asparagus, crusty bread and a glass of red plonk. Which meant nothing was done in the early afternoon, which meant no trip to Sandwich. No Marsh Helleborines.
At five I went out to snap a steam tour. The dark clouds had been gathering for a while, and as i drove to Ripple, the heavens opened and the rain poured down. But as I was already out, so I thought may as well see it through. I was met there my a Flickr-friend, so we waited in the rain until we heard the approaching steam locomotive. As it came the bend a mile off, we could see that the steam loco was not leading. So, not only was I missing the Brazil v Chile game, getting soaked, I was only going to get shots of a class 47. The steam loco was behind the 47, still smoking, and still working. But disappointing.
Time then to cook chorizo hash, have a shower, and the sands of time were slipping through my fingers, the evening slipped away, I wrote blogs, tried to watch more football. Too much to do, so little time.
Anyway, see you on the 11th. Be good.
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